Living with sadness and sorrow throughout life, running
through fields of grief as fast as possible.
Learning and progressing every time, having to return
to them again and again.
Subjected to impossibilities of life, expected to find
solutions to help ourselves.
Never given any type of direction or help in which to
do so, completely derelict in ways of life.
Wanting to become the object of what we interiorly
desire, yet finding we don't have the wherewithal to
do so.
Taking selves down unlit pathways, watching shadows of
the past always sneaking into the present, putting
barriers at times to our happiness.
Characterizations of images that vaguely allow their
sensitivity to touch our hearts and minds, rambling
about without letting us concentrate on what they are
trying to teach us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem